#vixtoriious

a grin etched on her soft lips, standing across the lord slowan celtigar on the dance floor. his being one of the few dance she had accepted for the night. well, he was an exception as he was someone she had already knew having travelled to lys prior. well, simply knowing him was understatement. the nature of their relationship she could not appropriately describe other than enjoying his company more than most. “dare i ask why you took your sweet time in showing yourself to me, lord slowan?” the side of her lip tugging to form a smirk. “oddly enough, this may just be the most amusing portion of my evening. i was starting to think of finding entertainment elsewhere,” glint of mischief in her eyes as touches whilst they dance linger a second longer than it should be. “i, sadly, am not built to endure sappy functions such as this having no patience for it even if this event was for my cousin — well, our cousins rather,” she was cousins with shaera and he with prince daemon. serenei could not belp but chuckle at the thought; how weird fate truly was.

“i’ve been wanting to introduce my children to you,” cassana’s smile wide as she adjusted laena, her daughter, on her lap while her son, daeron, played with his wet nurse on the picnic laid out by her side. “i remember growing up i would sit on the floor by your skirts whenever my family visited and now, here my children are doing the same. where has time gone?”